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Nipsey Hussle - Put That On Me lyrics

Put That On Me lyrics

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Nipsey Hussle - Put That On Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Motherf**ers better duck when I get cracking �Cause I'll shoot up your block Double-back and asked the cops, "What happened?" I'm from the era of the yellow-tape barrier Double-homicide like a twelve-gauge barrel Seen it all, done it all, but I ain't dead yet That's why I look at life like a Vietnam Vet Young n***a, selling work on the step Workers smokin' for his car, put in work for the set I'm no longer only living for the purpose of the set Even though at that time my whole life was a mess Look, this hood sh** is like a bucket-head b**h Yeah, you know she ain't sh**, you still f** on that b**h And to the naked eye, it's like you stuck on that b**h But really how you see it, you just f**ing that b**h Truth be told, I really lost hope when I was sixteen Like f** life cuz, whatever n***a, Sixty [Hook] Man I put that on me Young n***a, really came from nothing Everything I got came from hustling Man I put that on me I was right there seven days a week Four corners, one month, seven days a piece Man I put that on me I really bang, shot n***as in they own street New k**in's in the city over old beef Man I put that on me Streets won't let me breathe I wish these streets would set me free Man I put that on me [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Take away my Grannies blessings, I be history The bullets cuz shot through the �Lac, wouldn't of missed me OT, on my way back home Out in Vegas, n***a had to flush �bout eight zones Two burners in the stash, 10 West doing ninety Now what you think happened? sh**, Johnny got behind me Eyes red from the smoke, Fats license revoked Said, �Y'all two are straight, but the car got to go� I'm like, �f**.� �Cause I would jis up, I ain't superstitious, but this is some bullsh** luck To make it worse, when we got dropped at the Truck Center Two white boys, threw a bottle like, �f** n***as� Hotels, didn't want to give us a room Two cars in they lot, they try to say that it's full We musta' walked �til we found Greyhound Spent the last the tickets, we was right downtown [Hook]